make the image of a god from wood that won’t rot.
recycling just happens.
one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.
the thoughts unravel and fray at the edges.
the big winners have been man’s companions.the big winners have been man’s companions.
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
rain or snow, somewhere in the kidneys.
Dag: 20. juli 2018
oblivion, July 20, 2018, 13:32:41 – 13:37:04
the anthill is quieter than the computer.
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.
some think they have a right to more.
with best wishes
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.
with neck and no more, crop and never again.
admissions are on a mission,we lock them up inside us.
confrontation, July 20, 2018, 10:57:04 – 11:00:14
oh, this city has simply bitten into other cities.
ah,so charles darwin invented the modern office stool.
opinions like kittens purrr-fectly frrree.
only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.
*the song transcribed by ear*.
read slowly and maybe you’ll fathom the mariana trench. a profound poem.
the grass rhymes with the thrush from last year.